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REALLY outdid myself with this vore 😁

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Medieval Torture: The Truth Through Digestion (OV, Shrink, digestion, vore fantasy, fatal)

Few historical records remain of a very peculiar method of torture like the following: between the 5th and 10th centuries, when catching a thief or someone who committed an illegal act, or simply wanting to wipe them off the face of the earth, they would go after them and lock them and their executioner in a room from which only one would emerge alive.

This executioner would spend an entire day fasting to prepare his body, resting from his usual forest hicking, and hunting, preparing especially his stomach, because he knew he would devour the captured prisoner in a single gulp.

He would shrink them with one of several arcane methods to reduce a man's size, from potions to enchantments, including the use of ancient entities that could change human size in exchange for gold.

The purpose of this torture method was to extract a final confession from the prisoner while he was trapped in the executioner's stomach. The longer the prisoner spent in the stomach, the worse it was for him, as the executioner's digestive juices would slowly break him down, althought the executioner would stop moaning and enjoying his live prey due to his hunger, if the prisioner dind't collab during this torture, the executioner would start to tease him, about completely melting his flesh, leaving only his undigested bones piled in his stomach.

When the prisoner was finally suffering and desperately trying to escape from the executioner's stomach, a scribe would arrive to write a scroll certifying the prisoner's confession... although even after confessing, the prisoners were never released; they continued to be digested alive as part of the executioner's work.

Then the executioner would begin a purifying diet to regain his strenght and healt to continue with his life.

They were finally freed by their executioner after a day or so, to some comfortable and private place in the woods, where their remains would fertilize the soil.

Ancient drawings depicting this method of torture are rarely seen nowdays, the pictures you see on the start of this vore inspired post.

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Coming home from pride like every year, with a full squirming belly, ready to go to bed while my belly starts diguesting….

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I missed 8/8 bc I was in a gut….

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He was not, in fact, fine

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Don’t bother me while i’m working in the garden….i’m getting really hungry while working…..😈👀🫃🏻 buuuurp

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Dad's still here.. been busy working on my condo N resting my gut on the ladder

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“You’re naive” they’d told me so many times before. “Too trusting” they’d always say, but I always thought everyone who ever said that to me was just being pessimistic. “Don’t worry I’ll let you out,” my dad’s best friend had told me. “I just wanna try it for a little bit.” And so, I put complete faith in a man who was practically family, and I let him swallow me whole, packing me tightly away in his bulging belly without so much as a squirm. Y'know, I actually believed he was going to let me out, trusted that he wouldn’t leave me to stew in his gut like the steak he’d had the night before. I believed that right up until the point when he belched and said “Whelp thanks kiddo you were delicious. I’m gonna go take a nap and sleep you off.” Well, that teaches me I guess… not that I’ll get a chance to learn from my mistake.

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Hank threw his briefs to the side; and laid back in his bed, rubbing his gut gently as it processed the delivery boy inside. Despite turning 40 last month, he could still guzzle a 6’2 man with the same speed and fashion he did in college. He grunted, feeling that pizza boy squirming even as his gut had tightened, preparing him for digestion:

“Keep squirmin’ boy! You got me so hard, I’m about to blow my second load right now~”

Hank always loved squirmy prey, especially when they would moan and whimper as they digested. He couldn’t resist pressing on his hard stomach, hearing the young teen inside scream and whine to be let out. Hank stroked himself under his bubbling gut: his favorite move was using one hand to pleasure himself, and the other to squish his belly. The boy inside gave up, choosing to stir and cry over his own freedom; while the other older man he was trapped inside of enjoyed himself…

Hank, after having his fun, felt more and more of the young man he ate earlier pump deeper and deeper into his guts. His belly now had an odd egg-like shape, not to mention the teen’s skull bulging right out of the center. Hank got up and put his briefs back on— barely fitting around his new, larger back side. He felt the bottom of his gut, hearing a low grumble and a pop: “BUARRRROOORPPPP ☠️💢”

He freshened himself up as he heard the doorbell ring, knowing it was time for his second course…